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Pull out your sword and begin thwacking
You unsheathe your sword and prepare to get medieval on some little yellow buggers. You bring your sword down on one of the charging beasts.
Oh yeah. Metal conducts electricity. The beast discharges into you even as you deliver a killing blow, blasting you backwards with enough force to slam you into the wall.
You bounce off the wall but your figher's instincts manage to keep your stumbling feet underneath you. Unfortunately, the time it takes for you to regain your poise is more than enough for the horde of Pikachu.
You watch in fascinated horror as they pass a huge electrical arc between themselves like it's a giant beach ball at an outdoor music festival. With each pass the arc gets larger and larger, until it is as blindingly bright as an arc welder.
Finally, they pass the arc to you. You fail to catch it.
It's hard to describe what happens next. There is no physical sensation. You might call it floating in a dark void, but without sight there is no dark and without touch there is no floating. All you have is a vague sense of time passing, and your memories. Recency bias makes you remember that arc dancing across the crowd of Pikachu. It dances across your mind over and over. You electrocute yourself in your mind over and over.
You decide you don't like Pokémon very much.
Abruptly, you tumble out onto a stone floor. A red and white orb held in the paws of a Pikachu snaps shut behind you. As you get back to your feet you realize nothing hurts. You feel completely uninjured and healthy in a way you haven't felt in a long time.
In front of you, standing on its own tail like a surfboard and floating serenely above the ground, is a Pikachu twice as big and twice as brown as the rest.
"This is the one who was pilfering your hidden snacks, oh great one," says a voice. You have a hard time placing it, but it seems to be coming from one of the two Pikachu flanking you on either side. Sparks dance on their little cheeks, ready to be unleashed if you try any funny business.
"Thank you, Pipichuka," says a deeper voice. This voice is equally hard to place, but then you realize it's not a voice at all. They're speaking psychically, probably thanks to this big floaty bugger.
"I can explain," you stall as you glance through your empty inventory. It'll take some quick thinking to get out of this one.
GAME OVER